Big Trouble in Wonderland. A kidnapping in Alice’s Wonderland. (standard:action, 6494 words)
Author: Oscar A Rat	Added: Jun 15 2020	Views/Reads: 1208/900	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Little Alice found a way to go to Wonderland. On this occasion its with a friend named Julie. Kidnappers after Julie follow them in.

"Tommy. Before you retire for the eve, would you check with the cook?
Julie thinks she saw a bug in the dining room. We may have to fumigate 
again," Mary Richley instructed her butler, Tom Sley. "Maybe you should 
search that storeroom again?" 

"Yes, ma'am. If the cook is still her--" 

"I'm sure you can take care of it, Tommy." 

She lay back on a comfy lounger next to the pool while Tom carried a
tray of leftovers out, back to the kitchen. Of course the cook, 
finished for the day, had left for town. That meant he'd have to do the 
work himself. After washing those dishes and putting them away, he 
sighed and, grabbing a flashlight to check hidden spaces, slammed the 
drawer shut and searched the storeroom. No insects were found. 

It had been a long fateful day for the man. Only that morning, his
employer had given him a month's notice. Apparently, the family wished 
to hire a younger butler. His thirty years of employment there were 
coming to an end. 

In retrospect, Tom knew he should have suspected. The Richley
Manufacturing Company was in the process of defining a new image for 
itself. Other servants had already been let go in favor of newer, 
younger and more attractive employees. Even Ethel, the longstanding 
cook, had been replaced with a younger edition. It was the same at the 
many factories the Richley's owned. At the age of 66, Tom anticipated a 
long lack of employment. 

Tom, however, didn't intend to go out with a whimper. He had his own
plans on retirement, more lucrative ones. 

*** 

Although extremely wealthy, fifteen-year-old Julie Richley was pampered
but not a social animal. She went to a private school, her 
contemporaries equally rich. Her parents were responsible adults and 
expected her to be the same. 

Not interested in sports, Julie was the studious type. Although her
school insisted on reading the classics, she was much more interested 
in more violent types of fiction, especially paperback action series. 

Julie still hadn't convinced her parents to buy her a motorcycle, but
hadn't given up trying. Tall and lean for her age, along with long 
reddish-brown hair, she knew she'd look good with hair flowing in the 
wind and a powerful two-wheeled steed under her. 

She hadn't yet heard of Tom leaving and would have, actually, not cared
a whole lot if she did. To Alice, staff was staff, hardly on a par with 
kids her own age. Some employees were close, yet not so close to the 
girl. Though Tom would sometimes drive her to school, he did it on the 
other side of a partitioned limo, hardly a word exchanged. 

As Tom ruminated on a complex illegal retirement plan, Julie was
occupied in an illicit business transaction with her pusher. 

"I'm not paying that much, Bobby.  It's not as though these are nasty
drugs, they're only cigarettes and cigars." 

"Taxes are going way up, baby. Didn't you read the paper?" 

"Not yet, they haven't.  And that's only a rumor." 

"They're illegal for you, baby. You're not eighteen." He shrugged. "I
know you're in a hurry and it's not as though you can't afford it." 

"And I know you don't wanna be stuck with them, Bobby ... baby. Who else
is going to buy normal cigarettes from you?" 

"I have another customer ... even younger. Take it or leave it." He
picked the large package from the pavement and turned away. "And Alice 
pays with real gold." 

"Better reconsider ... honey, babe, boob. I'm buying these for Alice,


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